COLLINS PARKERThe thick timber portal swings back under my palm, and my tracking sensors instantly log an incredibly heartwarming layout directly inside the central hearth space.Ada Lube is physically elevating infant Robert against his massive shoulder armor, anchoring his stride right in the middle of the main floorboards. Layla is clutching a brand-new composite practice puck, her voice bubbling as she drops happy babbles straight toward her baby brother's face.Patricia Bennett is standing a few paces off to the flank, her facial features carrying a soft, satisfied smile as she monitors the pack gathering. My boots freeze dead right at the threshold lines. My feet feel exactly like heavy chunks of river ice. Ada, who is balancing Robert with absolute structural balance, looks completely tender and fatherly. If my office were to broadcast a data file to foreign trackers stating that this dominant alpha operated as an aloof, high-velocity engine of raw violence on the ice circuit,
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